Breakfast, Notes, and Conversations That Changed the Morning
The phone rang at an hour when the world felt suspended, and the number flashing on the screen made my chest tighten. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Part of me hesitated, reluctant to peel back the quiet of the night—but some small instinct nudged me to answer. It was him—my ex. His voice was unsteady, laced …
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